Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2006 16:44:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts
Subject: Teacher's Summer Training - Part 3
I kneel at his feet and lick and suck off the drops of
cum from his cock, balls and pubic hair.
When he is satisfied, he says, "Now scoop off the cum
from your chest and eat it; and don't miss
a drop." When I clean up the mess, he pulls off the
plastic sheet and says, "Lie on the bed and
put your hands behind your back. When I do, he buckles
new cuffs on my wrists and locks them
together. He does the same to my ankles, and then
throws a blanket over me saying, "Get some
sleep CUNT; I'll be back in a couple of hours to
continue your training."
Since it was no use to resist, I laid on my stomach,
tasting the last of the piss and cum in my
mouth; I close my eyes, breathing slowly, trying to
drift off to sleep.
IV. The CUNT learns to bathe his master.
Hours later, the door of the bedroom open, overhead
lights are turned on, and he walks into
the room. "I take it you've rested well CUNT. It's
time to continue your training. Get off the
bed and follow me."
Since he did not remove the cuffs from my wrists or
ankles, I have to struggle to stand up. There
is barely six inches of chain separating my ankle
cuff, so it is impossible to walk. When I
didn't move faster enough, he spins around and walks
up to my face slapping me hard. "Maybe
you didn't hear me CUNT. I said, FOLLOW ME!"
Then he takes a long black cord, loops it around my
cock and balls and jerks me toward the door.
First I shuffle; then I hop trying to keep up with
him. He leads me once again into the living
room where he demands that I stand at attention.
Walking around my body, he growls, "You stink. Would
you like another cold shower, or
are you ready to learn how a slave cleans his master's
body before he cleans his own?"
"Sir, please. I want to be taught how to serve you in
the bathroom."
"Wonderful. You said just enough. Bathroom, where not
only do I have a shower, but also a
toilet." Bending over he unlocks my ankle cuffs and
puts them aside. Then he picks up the balls
cord and leads me to the bathroom, "Let's go CUNT" As
I follow meekly, I don't know what he
has in store, but I'm sure it will be humiliating.
He takes me directly to the shower stall and orders me
to kneel He in turn, takes off his clothes
and stands above me stroking his soft cock. "What do
you think I'm going to do first, CUNT?"
"Sir, I don't know."
"Come on. What's one thing you don't want to do?"
"Sir, I didn't like drinking piss."
"You mean my piss?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well that's because you haven't had enough training.
A good slave wants to drink his master's
piss as much as he wants to eat his cum.. You haven't
learned that yet. But you will, starting
right now. Keep you eyes on my cock and open your
mouth."
As soon as I do, he begins shooting a stream of piss
right into my mouth. Jerking on the cord
around my balls, he yells, "Swallow, CUNT!"
He aims his hot, salty piss stream all over my face,
and what hits my mouth I swallow in disgust.
The piss hits my face and hair and runs down my chest
onto the floor. When he finishes, he
laughs and walks out of the shower leaving me kneeling
in and covered by his piss. I want to cry
I am so ashamed of myself. I am submissive. I've let
him torment me. And my cock stands out
hard and sensitive showing him that I like his
treatment, and that I will endure more.
Coming back to me, he taunts, "How do I taste CUNT?
Get use to it. My piss is going to
become a steady part of your diet. Now it's time to
be trained in the proper way of bathing your
master. Kneel down by the toilet and lick the seat
until I call for you."
I shuffle over to the toilet and follow his disgusting
order not wanting to anger him. He turns on
the shower and stands under the cascading water
enjoying the hot stream, while I kneel on the
cold hard tile floor licking his toilet seat.
"Get the wash rag and soap and get your ass over here
CUNT! It's time you wash my body." I
hurry to the shower, but with my hands and feet tied,
I cannot follow his orders. He knows this,
but he berates me any way forcing me to my knees and
pissing on my head. Then he removes all
restraints, and orders me into the shower with him.
"Soap up the rag CUNT; then give my ass a nice kiss
and wash it very well." He bends over, and
I kiss his ass; then I wash it respectfully rubbing
the soap down his legs and over his feet; he
turns around, points to his cock and balls. and says,
"Kiss them!" I do as he orders, and I wash
his cock and balls.
After he rinses off, he laughs at me and says, "Now
suck my nipples and lick my armpits before
you wash them." He grabs my head and directs it to
his left armpit. I lick it all over. Then he
moves my head to his left nipple. I lick and suck it
until I feel it get hard. The I do the right one,
licking and sucking until it is hard. Finally, I lick
his right armpit. "Now wash my chest and
back so we can get on to other things." As soon as I
am finished, he rinses off and orders me to
stand with my legs spread and my arms outstretched
against the wall. When I get in position, he
takes a brush instead of a wash rag and scrubs my body
until it is bright pink. My skin is on fire,
and he torments me more by shutting off the hot water
and spraying me with only cold. I take his
abuse silently until he turns off the water and throws
me a towel.
After we are both dried off, he says,"You're not
finished CUNT. It's time for your enema. I'm
going to fuck your asshole the rest of the day, and I
want it nice and clean so that I can fill it with
cum. And besides, once I cum in your ass, you're
going to have to clean my cock and balls with
your mouth. And I don't think you want to eat shit do
you?"
"No sir. I don't."
"Good. They we should get started. Kneel down by the
toilet." When I get into position, he
handcuffs my wrists around the toilet so that I cannot
stand up and release the enema that he will
shoot up my ass. He leaves me in the bathroom while
he goes to prepare the enema mixture.
When he returns, he is carrying a large red bag
bulging with liquid. A hose with a nozzle hangs
below the bag. I can feel when he moves in behind me;
he lubes my ass with mineral oil shoving
one, then two, and finally three fingers up my ass;
then he shoves the intruding nozzle up my ass.
As soon as he releases the stop, the hot liquid
rushes into my bowels distending my stomach and
causing painfully hard cramps. He lets the fluid run
until the bag is empty and my guts are
swollen.. I moan in pain, but he shows me no mercy.
He laughs, pulls out the nozzle and shoves
a butt plug up my ass to keep the fluid trapped.
"You'll be here for a while CUNT, AND IT WILL BE
PAINFUL! But you'll get use to it. I plan
to clean you out more than once; this is only the
first of more enemas today." All I can do is
groan in pain as he places a clock where I can watch
the time creep by; then he shuts out the light
and leaves me in the windowless bathroom to suffer
through the enema."
With my arms extended and locked around the toilet, my
movements are restricted, and I cannot
relieve the pain in my abdomen. The tile floor is
hurting my knees, and the butt plug is
punishing my ass. Although I have an urge to expel
the fluid, I know better than to commit such
an act. I would be severely punished even to the
point of being made to roll around in the mess,
not be permitted to clean up , and then locked in a
room to endure the filth. I glance at the clock,
30 minutes of pain, and I'm starting to sweat from the
forced exertion.
Then all of a sudden the door swings open and I turn
my head to see him walk in carrying a
plastic bottle. "While your insides are getting
cleaned out, CUNT, I'm going to take care
something else. I like my CUNTS, HAIRLESS! So this
stuff will take care of what little you
have on you fuckin' body. So hold still."
He rubs the hair remover all over my legs, my cock,
balls and belly. At first, it feels cold; then it
begins to heat up, adding to the discomfort I am
already experiencing. "In just a few minutes, the
first enema will be over cunt, and you will be bare
ass naked.
Fifteen minutes later, he reaches around the toilet
and unlocks the handcuffs. "Get on your feet
CUNT and stand in the shower." Even though I am
almost doubled over in pain, I creep over to
the shower and stand up fighting the force of the pain
in my gut. Once again he tortures me with
the ice cold water ordering me to wash away the hair.
Once I am rinsed, he orders me to clean
the drain trap of the hair. "Now get your ass over to
the toilet CUNT!. Bend over and put your
hands on the seat."
When I get in position, instead of removing the butt
plug, he begins beating my ass with his bare
hands, alternating between cheeks as I writhed in
pain. He swings with all his strength, and I
know my ass will be reddened with hand marks. Then he
grabs my shoulders and roughly shoves
me to my knees, "Open you mouth CUNT, I have to piss
and you're my toilet!" He begins
pissing in my mouth, then on my face and chest, just
to humiliate me. The hot salty piss fills my
mouth and burns my eyes. I swallow all I can until he
is done; I am ordered to stand up and
bend over again. He grabs hold of the plugs and jerks
it from my ass; then he resumes the
barehanded beating; this time I have to struggle in
order to keep the fluid inside; I cried out,
"Please sir; I can't take it anymore. Please!
Please!.
Grabbing me by the hair this time, he jerks me
upright, flips up the toilet seat, and slams my ass
down on the hole. "Get rid of it CUNT! And make it
quick." I bear down expel all of the fluid
sighing deeply in relief, even with the lingering
pain. But before I was able completely relax, he
grabs my hair and pulls me off the seat. Turning me
around to face the toilet, he shoves me to my
knees, locks my wrists around the toilet again, and
yells, "Get ready, CUNT! You're about to
receive number 2."
This time I am forced to hold the liquid while
kneeling with my face just above the toilet hole
that I had just filled with the enema I had expelled.
Then to torment me further, he does not use a
butt plug, and he covers my body with a heavy, wool
blanket, that blocks out the air and light,
and makes my bruised ass hurt even more. The heat
begins to build almost immediately, causing
the excruciating pain in my guts to be even worse .
This time I can not control myself and I
begin to panic. "Oh, please, please let me up. I'll do
anything you want. Sir, I can't take it.
Please!"
My outburst angers him, and he returns to the bathroom
in a rage. "You fucking CUNT! You're
dam right you'll do anything, starting right now. I'm
going to punish you for being such a pain in
the ass." He jerks off the blanket, unlocks the
cuffs, and orders me to stand. I jump to my feet,
and turn my back to the toilet thinking he is going to
let me expel the fluid. Instead, he berates
me again, "Who the fuck you think you are CUNT? I
didn't tell you to do that." Then he slugs
me in the stomach doubling me over. As I moan in
pain, he says, "Now stick you finger up your
ass and follow me. Anything leaks out and you'll be
licking it up."
So, with one finger up my ass and my other hand
holding my gut, I stumble along behind him.
He leads me outside into the yard, where he says, "Now
you'll see what real suffering is. You
are going stand here in the sun, holding your ass
until I'm satisfied that you have been punished
had enough. Then we'll see."
I can't believe what I am hearing ears. I am all but
broken, ready to fall on my face from all the
punishment and pain, and yet he orders me to stand in
the hot sun holding an already painful
enema.
With the sun beating down on me, my strength is fading
rapidly, and my legs begin to shake and
buckle. I know he is watching, so I try to maintain
my balance. With my finger in an awkward
position, my arm begins to cramp and my ass hole is
burning and irritated. Sweat is running
down my face and body, and I am very thirsty. I keep
telling myself, "Hold on; if you don't, he'll
punish you even more." At the point of exhaustion,
with me wobbling noticeably, he walks
outside and up to me. Without saying a word, he
buckles a collar and leash around my neck and
growls, "Get on your hands and knees CUNT!"
"Oh no! What is he going to do to me now?"
He takes the leash, straddles my back and sits on me
like a horse. 'Ride me to the house, CUNT;
I've got to finish cleaning you out so I can fuck your
ass!" It's all I can do to ride him the few
yards to the house and keep the painful enema inside.
When I get to the back door, he pulls out a
whip from his back pocket and begins beating me again,
yelling, "Get up CUNT! RUN! RUN to
the bathroom before I change my mind." I run to the
back door and inside while he continues to
beat me with the whip. It is all I can do to get to
the toilet in time. I quickly sit down and shove
out the contents of my bowels, crying out in pain. I
am hot, thirsty, and sweaty, my spirit broken,
ready to let him do anything he wants.
When I am done on the toilet and sitting quietly, he
gets in my face, throwing me a washcloth
and towel. "You disgusting CUNT! Clean yourself and
get your ass in the front room. You've
got fifteen minutes." I drag my filthy, hairless body
into the shower and stand under the
steaming hot water trying to soothe my tortured flesh
while keeping one eye on the clock. Even
though he promises to fuck my ass, I don't want to be
punished because I took too long in the
bathroom. As I wash off, my cock hardens again when I
think about submitting to him. With
time growing short, I shut off the water and prepare
to go to the front room and resume serving
him.
I cautiously crawl into the front room, trying not to
anger him in any way. I present myself to him,
naked and hairless; my cock is hard, and I am ready to
do anything he wants. When he turns
around in his chair, he is naked; with my eyes
downcast, all I can see is his cock and hairy balls
hanging heavily between his legs.
"I know you like what you see CUNT, since you are the
one who ask to suck my cock. And now
you are my cock slave, for as long as I want you." He
gets up, walks over to me carrying four
leather restraints. "This time you put them on CUNT;
show me what a well trained slave you
are."
I meekly go about my work locking the wrist and ankle
cuffs; then I stand at attention waiting for
further instructions. He then throws another kind of
cuff at my feet. "Pick it up CUNT; it's a
cock and ball harness. It will make your puny little
balls stick out from your hips and keep your
cock hard. Not that you need something to keep your
cock hard. Looks like all I have to do is
mention the word cock and yours gets hard. Right
CUNT?"
"Yes sir. I'm your cock slave."
"Good. Get on your knees." He walks up to me, grabs
the back of my head and rubs his cock
and balls all over my face. "Feels good doesn't it
CUNT!"
"Yes sir."
"Since you have made it through the first stage of
training without being too much of a pussy,
you can now have the reward that you earned. Follow
me to the bedroom and there you can suck
my cock; lick my balls, and eat my cum. I'll just sit
back and relax; I'm not going to tie you up
because I want you to do all the work. I want you to
show me that you have earned the right to
suck me."
I crawl behind him to the bedroom. He sits down on
the side with his feet on the floor and says
simply, "Enjoy yourself CUNT; AND DO A GOOD JOB!"
When he spreads his legs, I crawl
between them and look at his cock and balls. His cock
is soft and thick laying on top of his hairy
balls. I can feel the heat of his body as I reach
between his legs and take his cock and balls in my
hands. I immediately open my mouth and suck in the
head of his cock; then I swirl my tongue
around the mushroom shaped as he takes a deep breath.
The blood begins to rush into his cock
making it swell and harden. Within seconds, my cock
sucking has excited him and the size of his
erect cock fills my mouth. I lick the one side of his
cock running my mouth up and down the
shaft. Then I lick the other side wetting his shaft
with my saliva. Sliding my mouth to the base
of his dick, I lick his balls, wetting his hair as I
go. I suck one nut at a time into my mouth as I
swirl my tongue around the soft, hairy flesh. Then I
bury my face between his legs under his
balls to excite him even more. He hasn't said a word,
but his movement and his occasional groan
tells me that he is satisfied with my performance.
I lick and suck his balls again. Then I slide my
tongue up and down his shaft finishing with
sticking the tip of my tongue in his piss slit. I
covered his cock head again trying to take as much
of his cock in as I can. Then I suck hard trying to
make his climax and shoot his cum into my
mouth. His cock grows thicker, and I feel a throbbing
in his balls. I bob my mouth up and down
on his cock keeping up the friction that is bringing
him close to cumming.
As I tighten my mouth muscles around his cock and milk
him hard, he grabs my hair and begins
to moan loudly. "Oh, you fuckin' bitch cocksucker;
I'm going to filled your guts with my cum.
Eat it CUNT! Eat it all!"
I feel and taste the first few heavy, tangy globs of
cum shoot into my mouth, and I swallow them.
He continues pumping his cum into my waiting mouth,
and I eat every drop. I have eaten my
own cum many times, so his cum does not gag me. He
tastes as good as my own. All I can think
of is eating him over and over just to taste his cum.
I want to be his cocksucker anytime he
wants.
When his spasms subside, his dick begins to soften,
and he pulls his softening cock out of my
tired mouth. His cock is wet, but clean of all cum.
I have eaten it all. "You are one fine
cocksucker, and since you love to suck my cock so
much, then you should also be willing to play
my bondage games to earn the right to suck me again.
Are you willing CUNT?"
"Sir, I want to suck your cock, but I don't know if I
can endure your games. I'll try."
Grabbing my head, he yells, '"You fuckin' cocksucker!"
Then I feel his cock begin spurting
globs of cum into my mouth. I taste the sperm and
quickly swallow all I can while I continue
sucking him. Spasm after spasm shoots more cum into my
mouth, and I swallow it all.
"Don't let go of my cock CUNT. I want you to keep it
in your mouth until it's soft again. Just
keep sucking" I do as he says, and gradually his cock
hangs in my mouth. I suck the last bit of
cum from his cock, and he shoves me away. As I sit
back on the floor, he gazes down at me and
says, "Pretty good for the first time CUNT. Why don't
you crawl up here in bed and lay down.
We're both going to rest a while. When I get in bed,
he rolls me on my stomach, pulls my wrists
behind my back and locks them together. He takes my
ankle cuffs and locks them together.
"Lay on your side and don't try to play with your
cock, or I have to punish you. You'll get to
cum when I say you can."
As I lay on my side, he slides in behind me, and I can
feel his cock against my legs. He throws
his arm over my side and grabs my cock and balls. I
groan, but I don't try to move against his
hand. I try to close my eyes and rest because I know
he'll be working me over later.